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i got my ass kicked by a tiny little baby

these past 48 hours have been the most intense physically and mentally in...well, ever.  but somehow we've managed to survive, and most surprisingly (surprising mainly due to our absolute ineptitude at this whole parenthood gig), the little fella is not only surviving, but doing well!

after being completely numb through the whole birth and the 24 hours after that, i am feeling again.  feeling a lot.  and this is probably the lack of sleep talking, but when i have the chance (or remember) to actually feed myself, the food tastes like never before.

right now, it's quiet time at home. i just finished a bowl of heavenly chilli, my amazing wife taking a much needed nap next to me, our beautiful baby is snoozing next to our bed, our cats are also snoring and i am watching the premiere of "I love New York" (aka The Best Television Program Ever).

i love this.

emergency broadcast system: TESTED

due to some incredible fuckedupness going on at work currently, i ended up going in to work late to support some late night madness.  at about 4pm, the cell phone rings, and it was my lovely 35-week pregnant wife calling from her doctors office.

her: can you leave work? they just told me that i have to go to the hospital right away. there are some complications.

me: OMGasm. I am on my way.

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she has high blood pressure and her doctors considered it high enough to send her to the hospital and put her on the fetal monitor.  after an hour of monitoring, the nurse informed us that the baby is looking great.  text-book, even.

unfortunately, the remainder of the pregnancy will be spent by mommy in bed. 

now, i am going to breathe.

thursday, 5:40AM

me: "bye baby, i'm going to work now" as i kiss her on the cheek (she's asleep)

her: "i had my first contraction last night. it felt weird" she says, half awake. "have a good day. love ya".

me: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i then go to work.

we're getting close........

QotD: Kid Flick

What is your favorite children's movie?

There is only one movie that is both entertaining, educational, and magnificent to view in High Definition. Look no further if you want a kid to learn about life, struggle and friendship.

The movie?  QuickSilver

to the...

to the bird who deuced my hair: fuck you, little bird. that was not cool man.

to the guy on the metro who stepped on my foot: sorry. i was listening to some awesometastic punk rock song and was really feeling it man, that's why I kinda moshed you when you lost your balance. for serious.

to the little fella: hey there! you have our hearts.

THINGS YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR AT 8:50 IN THE MORNING

THINGS YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR AT 8:50 IN THE MORNING

a short screenplay by RaulR


INT. ORANGE LINE METRO TRAIN (DC)

It's just another day and the metro train has the usual low, almost
non-existent number of riders.  At this particular time, this
particular destination is not favored by many people, except our main
character, a sleepy south american immigrant watching a movie in his
fancy, too expensive cell phone.

The train is a few minutes away from it's destination, which signals
the start of another boring day, at a boring job.  The only thing that
distracts our character, Raul, from the ridiculously small screen, is
the growing stench in the car.

Looking around the train car, he catches the eye of another rider, a
young african american woman with a suitcase, probably destined to the
Amtrak station next to our stop, and then some place other that DC.

Girl: (says something to Raul, who can't hear anything since he has
headphones on)

Raul (taking headphones off): Sorry?

Girl: That smell!

Raul: Yeah, that's foul. Probably sewage (looking around the glorious
wasteland that is Prince George's county)

Girl: No, that man back there just took a shit.

Raul: ................

Girl: ...............

Raul: Are you kidding me?

Girl: No. That man just took a shit back there. That's so nasty.


*****   THE END *********

booked the tickets. i just hope they let me in.

finally, i got off my duff and purchased my tickets for our european vacation in a few weeks (yes you read that right, few weeks).  of course, i still need to get my Schengen visa for Italy and my UK visa is being processed as we speak.  a pain, especially if you are a master procrastinator like moi.

i feel like i'm forgetting something.  oh yes...lodging.  do you know of a decent hotel in london?

not sure what is happening here, i'm not usually this lazy.  especially with this being our last vacation as a kid-free couple and all.

p.s.: omgvox

it's ajaxlicious!

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i'm in a mad rush to get all my stuff in order so i can get a tourist visa for the UK for my upcoming trip, printing bank statements, tax returns, paystubs to convince them that i am worthy of the visa.

oh, also getting berated by a kinkos employee at 7:45AM while getting a passport photo taken.  i almost asked him if their computer systems were down.

viva popcopy!